The Midnight Bandit
Taken from the private diary of one Lady Helene…a well refined and proper Lady in dire need of a night of passion….*little grin*…and remember...these are HER words…i can nae be held accountable for what these Ladies write!
The adventure I am about to record in this, my most secret journal, is still very fresh in my mind. I can still feel the little tingles shooting through my body as I let the memory of this evening’s event wash over me…
It started out as an evening much like any other here at the castle. I took time dressing for dinner, choosing my new burgundy gown. I studied my figure in the mirror, smiling at the way the low cut bodice lifted my ample breasts, showing much more flesh than I normally would. But I was hoping to arouse my husband, Lord Connell, tonight.
He and I dined alone, each indulging in an extra goblet of wine after finishing our meal. The hall was empty tonight as we settled in by the fire. He had only made one comment about my gown, but I did notice His eyes wandering to my chest several times during dinner.
The second goblet of wine had left me feeling a bit amorous, and I began to flirt and tease my husband. But before long, I saw him yawning as usual, and after a few chaste pecks on the lips, he excused Himself and retired for the evening. As I said…another typical evening.
I sighed as I stared at the fire, watching the flames dance. One of the servants strolled in and offered another glass of wine. I started to decline, but then decided I was nae ready to call it an evening, so I took the wine out into the gardens to enjoy the beauty of the night. Little did I know just how much I would be enjoying the evening!
I was walking down the path towards the pond when a dark figure stepped in front of me. I gasped and almost screamed as I realized the man was masked…his face almost completely covered. He was dressed all in black and looked quite menacing at first. His hand quickly covered my mouth before I could scream, as he quickly assured me He meant no harm to me or anyone else.
His voice was very deep and sexy, although it sounded like a man trying to disguise His voice. He called himself the Midnight Bandit, and in the moonlight I could actually see the smile in His eyes. In fact, those eyes looked quite familiar…sexy bedroom eyes just like my Connell’s. Could it be?
I studied the stranger’s figure and quickly concluded that this was indeed Connell. He was finally going to put some excitement back into our love life and woo me as a masked stranger. My heartbeat quickened at the prospect.
I opened my fan and began to flirt shamelessly with him. He placed his hand in the small of my back as we walked and talked. That hand would occasionally move a bit lower than my back, much to my enjoyment. I was determined not to spoil the surprise and the moment by admitting I knew it was Him. This seemed to add to the game and to the excitement.
Before long we found ourselves at the entrance of the maze. I could nae believe it! Connell always said the maze was a place I should avoid at all costs. Lords often met with their mistresses inside the maze, or would take the servants in for a romp.
Tingles were shooting all through my body by the time we reached the center. The stranger quickly took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, his strong hands roaming over my body. I pretended to protest as he touched personal places, whispering that my husband would kill any man that dared to touch me. He only laughed and led me towards a bench.
I thought that we would sit down and continue the passionate kisses, but instead he quickly turned me to face the bench, and forced me to bend over. I was shocked and yet highly aroused. Connell had never initiated any type of risqué sexual encounter, not even in the privacy of our chambers. And now he intended to take me like this, right here in the maze?
I had heard talk from some of the less discrete Ladies, how their husbands had tried various positions in the boudoir. But it was something I had never experienced. As I was trying to sort it all out in my mind, his hands reached around and loosened my bodice, allowing my breasts to escape their confines. He fondled them roughly, arousing the rosy tips until they stood out like hard little pebbles. Then suddenly he was pushing my skirt up and making his way through the many obstacles of a Lady’s attire to find that which he desired.
An inner hunger that had been dormant for so long sprung to life as he proceeded to take me from behind like a wild animal in heat. It was all I could do to keep from screaming out as He slipped His manhood inside. In moments, our passion erupted simultaneously. The earth shook and I literally saw stars as wave after wave of orgasmic delight rushed through me. He moaned loudly as His body trembled with the sweet release.
My knees became weak and He eased me down to sit on the bench, and tenderly helped me straighten my clothing and smooth my hair. One final kiss, and he was gone, leaving me breathless and alone.
I smiled, all the way to my chambers. I entered our room, expecting to see Connell sitting in our bed with the same smile I was wearing. Instead, I found him fast asleep, snoring loudly and looking most unappealing. I blinked. How in the world could he have fallen asleep so quickly…and so soundly? I searched our room completely and never found a mask or any dark clothing such as that worn by my Midnight Bandit.
What if….my midnight tryst had truly been with a stranger?! I am quite certain now that Connell never would have acted in such a manner. Perhaps I knew it all along. It could have been ANYONE! Someone I know here at the castle…or a traveling stranger. I can nae believe this has happened to such a refined, highly respected Lady such as myself…and ohhhhhhhhh, I hope it happens again soon!